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Ghost

I got to 60, nothing wrong in it, quite a few get that far, however I got to see a change, which was abnormal and seen rare, not like normal aging that catches you after 40, I got up one fine morning, and out of the bed, there was this thing behind me, as if following me far, I felt it allright, and in full sunny day that was bright, it was my height and width, and simply kept walking behind, I thought it was here for short, but it had remained with me since, I looked at my shadow if it had doubled, but neither "he" nor his shadow could be ogled, nobody saw them while he weighed me full, I felt as if my "ghost" had arrived before time, soon I got used to it, and did not care a dime, till the day it spoke to me one day, and said,dear its time we are one, and be prepared I am winding up the show, The next day I did collapse and lay physically dead, but now I was gone and only the "ghost" had remained.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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